80s Marriage Swap: My Should-Be-Dead Husband Lives On-Chapter 153: New Year’s Gift Money

Jiang Jingming: "Why would I hide this?"

Indeed, Jiang Jingming never goes out to play, and as long as he’s not working, he’s almost always spending time with her.

She knows this for sure because he is always pulling her into these activities.

He doesn’t smoke or drink.

So there’s really no need for him to hide any private money.

"Then what is this?" It feels quite thick.

There’s definitely a lot of money inside, probably more than the combined red envelopes from He Xiulan and Jiang Songwen.

"It’s the family business dividend that’s come through; this is just a bit, the rest is all saved in that passbook." Jiang Jingming explained.

"Dividend?" Sang Yu had heard Jiang Jingming mention it before, but she must have been doing something at the time and didn’t pay much attention.

"How much is it?" The word dividend sounds so weighty, as if it’s a lot of money.

"Not that much, after the policies came down in recent years and more people became active, this year we managed a dividend of around one million."

Sang Yu almost choked on her own saliva. If she were to speak of her era, one million isn’t that much, but now it’s the eighties, and a million in the eighties is no small sum.

"That’s not a lot? Then how much is it during good times?" Unexpectedly, Jiang Jingming turned out to be quite a modest wealthy person.

"A few million perhaps."

Sang Yu discovered another problem: "Then why was there so little money in the passbook before?"

If she didn’t know there was this dividend before, the money in the passbook seemed quite substantial.

But now she feels, isn’t the money in the passbook a bit too little?

Jiang Jingming explained: "Before you came along, the money went entirely into donations except for a small part for my aunt."

Before meeting Sang Yu, he didn’t think of keeping the dividend. After all, he didn’t need that much money, so he would donate those dividends every year — by now maybe he’s donated over ten million.

Sang Yu didn’t expect that Jiang Jingming was such a kind-hearted person. "Is that so, why not donate this year?"

Jiang Jingming shook his head: "No more donations, it’s all for you — you can buy as many houses as you want."

That being said, Sang Yu thought, with the dividend coming in, why would she need any houses? She could just lay back and receive money now.

Sang Yu lay on the bed with the thick wallet, her face full of emotions.

"What’s wrong?" Jiang Jingming asked.

Sang Yu turned her head to look at Jiang Jingming: "Nothing, just thinking that being rich feels really good."

"Silly." Jiang Jingming smiled indulgently.

After a while, Sang Yu said: "But let’s donate half of it anyway."

Jiang Jingming looked at Sang Yu, ready to listen.

Sang Yu explained: "You’ve been donating for so many years; suddenly stopping might have an impact."

Jiang Jingming understood: "It won’t."

Sang Yu felt Jiang Jingming was too naive. Things are often like this: some people are treated well for too long and begin to see it as a matter of course.

It’s the same now; those people see Jiang Jingming donating money every year. Suddenly stopping will surely lead to gossip.

Jiang Jingming rubbed Sang Yu’s head: "No need to worry, I’ll handle it well. You can relax and be your little rich woman; work if you like working, or don’t if you don’t."

Sang Yu nodded: "Okay!"

"Let’s sleep; it’s quite late today," Jiang Jingming said.

Sang Yu chuckled, then snuggled under the covers, lifting the blanket on the other side, "Come on in."

Jiang Jingming lay down with a smile.

Sang Yu immediately found a comfortable position in Jiang Jingming’s arms, holding him tightly, and drifted off to sleep.

...

"Here’s yours." Jiang Songwen handed a red envelope to He Xiulan.

He Xiulan accepted Jiang Songwen’s red envelope without surprise, her face blushing like a young girl: "We’re an old married couple; why still do this?"

Jiang Songwen: "To me, you can always be the child that never grows up."

He Xiulan scoldingly glanced at Jiang Songwen: "If the kids heard you say that, they’d surely mock you."

Jiang Songwen: "Why mock? Loving your wife is something they should learn — otherwise, whom do you think Chunhe inherited it from?"

As a child, Jiang Chunhe observed how Jiang Songwen treated He Xiulan, and he treated Wei Jin the same way.

He Xiulan placed the red envelope under the pillow, sighing: "Time flies so quickly; another year has gone by in a blink. But this year has been a double blessing — first Jingming got married, and little Yu is really wonderful too. Then little Jin got pregnant; it feels like everything is developing in a good direction."

Jiang Songwen lay beside her, skillfully pulled He Xiulan into his arms, and said: "You shouldn’t worry too much about the kids’ matters; they’re no longer teenagers and have their own ideas. You should relax too."

He Xiulan: "I know — life is theirs, as long as they live well. Now I just have to worry about little Lan."

Jiang Songwen said: "There’s no need to worry about little Lan either; she’s very self-disciplined in her studies. Our family doesn’t need her to be particularly outstanding in the future. As long as she becomes a solid, upright person, she can pursue happiness in her own way."

He Xiulan nodded: "Understood."

Jiang Songwen: "When spring arrives, let’s go travel."

He Xiulan suddenly glanced at Jiang Songwen: "Travel?"

"Yes, to the Maldives — the place you’ve always wanted to visit."

Originally, when they got married, Jiang Songwen planned to take He Xiulan to the Maldives, but then there were issues with the family business, which needed resolving.

Later the plan was canceled, and then Jiang Chunhe arrived, so they couldn’t go, then as Chunhe grew up, Jiang Lan came along, and again they couldn’t go.

He Xiulan: "Never mind, in a few months little Jin’s child will be born; I have to take care of little Jin."

Jiang Songwen: "I spoke to Yayan; we’re letting little Jin return home for a few days."

He Xiulan looked disapproving: "How can that be proper."

Jiang Songwen: "Just right, little Jin hasn’t been home for a long time either."

Hearing this, He Xiulan fell into silence.

However, she is after all Wei Jin’s mother-in-law, and given the special circumstances, running off doesn’t seem right. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Jiang Songwen: "I know what you’re concerned about. Once little Jin’s child is born, you’ll have even less time."

He Xiulan: "Let’s wait a bit longer; after all, we’ve waited so many years."

Jiang Songwen: "It’s because you’ve waited too long that we should go now."

He Xiulan wanted to say more but was interrupted by Jiang Songwen: "Soon, we’ll just go for a month. After the month, little Jin will almost have given birth, and you can take care of her."

He Xiulan wavered.

[At this moment, I’m in a hotel, fighting off sleepiness]